Like Carrot Juice on a Cupcake

Sternberg Julie

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I did a mean thing. A very mean thing. I HATEthat I did it. But I did. This is worse than carrot juice on a cupcake or a wasp on my pillow or a dress that's too tight at the neck. In the third installment from the team who created Like Pickle Juice on a Cookie and Like Bug Juice on a Burger, Eleanor's relationship with her best friend, Pearl, experiences its first growing pains. When a glamorous new student transfers to school, at first Eleanor's excited about the possibility of a new friend. But when Pearl is assigned to be the new girl's buddy, Eleanor fears she can't compete. To make matters worse, Eleanor's been chosen for the lead role in the springtime musical, which means she has to sing a solo in front of the entire school! From overcoming stage fright to having a secret crush, young readers will relate to Eleanor as she navigates the bittersweet waters of growing up.Praise for Like Carrot Juice on a CupcakeSTARRED REVIEW Sternberg again displays her talent at putting Eleanor on the horns of a common youthful dilemma in accessible prose. --Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books, starred review This is another very true-to-life story about the challenges of growing up. Julie Sternberg captures young emotions so perfectly! --School Library Monthly The measures Eleanor takes to right her wrongs and rise to challenges are beautifully revealed in Sternberg's spare text, which leaves plenty of room for the reader to empathize. Like Eleanor, this series continues to grow and blossom. --Booklist The pen and ink drawings capture facial expressions and emotions quite well. A good addition for most early-chapter-book collections. --School Library Journal

Sujets

• Children's

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• Publié par: ABRAMS BOOKS
• Date de parution: 18 mars 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781613126615
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 3 Mo

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PUBLISHER S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Sternberg, Julie. Like carrot juice on a cupcake / by Julie Sternberg ; illustrations by Matthew Cordell. pages cm Sequel to: Like bug juice on a burger. Summary: A new girl at school throws nine-year-old Eleanor s relationship with her best friend Pearl into disarray - Provided by publisher. ISBN 978-1-4197-1033-9 [1. Novels in verse. 2. Best friends-Fiction. 3. Friendship-Fiction. 4. Schools-Fiction.] I. Cordell, Matthew, 1975- illustrator. II. Title. PZ7.5.S74Lg 2014 [Fic]-dc23 2013023276
Text copyright 2014 Julie Sternberg Illustrations copyright 2014 Matthew Cordell Book design by Jessie Gang
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FOR MY PAUL -J. S.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY

I did a mean thing.
A very mean thing.
To a new girl AND
to my best friend.
I HATE that I did it.
But I did.
This is worse than
carrot juice on a cupcake
or a wasp on my pillow
or a dress that s too tight at the neck.
I hope you never do anything that mean.
I really do.
It all started one Monday morning in April

when our fourth-grade teacher,
Mrs. Ramji,
made a special announcement.
She was standing near her desk,
beside a girl I d never seen before.
That girl wore sparkly clothes
and a headband with a big bow.
We have a new student! Mrs. Ramji said.
This is Ainsley Biggs.
She just moved here, from Orlando!
Orlando! my best friend, Pearl, whispered to me,
from the desk beside mine.
How magical .
I heard other kids whisper, Disney!
And then the boy who sits behind me,
Nicholas Rigby,
started humming the Disney song
It s a Small World.
He hummed and hummed,
just loud enough for me to hear.
Shh! I told him.
I turned and glared at him, too.
Because Nicholas Rigby is always
getting us in trouble.
Plus, I knew I d never get that song out of my head.
Doesn t Ainsley look like a present?
Pearl whispered to me.
A shiny present, too pretty to unwrap?
(Pearl talks like a poet sometimes.)
She does look like a present! I whispered back.
I started wondering
whether I ever wanted to look like a present.
Before I could decide,
Mrs. Ramji turned the lights off
and on again
to get our attention.
Class 4A! she said.
Please settle down!
You re not behaving your best for Ainsley.
We need to make her feel welcome!
It s not easy,
starting a new school so late in the year.
Then Mrs. Ramji said,
Pearl!
Pearl sat up straighter,
and I did, too.
Because maybe she was in trouble.
But Mrs. Ramji told Pearl,
I would like you to move your desk
closer to Eleanor s, please.
Closer to Eleanor s? Pearl asked.

Yes, Mrs. Ramji said.
Actually, everyone in that row,
move a little
to make space for Ainsley s desk,
on the other side of Pearl.
Yay! Closer to you!
Pearl whispered to me,
and we grinned at each other
as everyone in our row
started making space for Ainsley.
After we d finished
and I d sat back down,
a wadded-up ball of paper flew
through the air
and landed on my desk.
I knew exactly
what that flying paper was.
I opened it up
and smoothed it out.
Sure enough, Nicholas Rigby had drawn me a picture.
This one showed me on a roller coaster
in Orlando,
with my arms in the air
and my hair blowing in crazy directions.

I folded the picture neatly
and put it on top of the pile
of Nicholas s pictures
that I kept in my desk.
Because even though that boy s impossible,
he s still a ridiculously good drawer.
Then I turned and whispered to him,
Thanks.
Like I always did.
And he kicked the back of my chair,
not too hard,
like he always did.
Then Mrs. Ramji asked us
to take out our Creative Writing notebooks
and work on our Brooklyn Bridge poems
while she and Pearl helped Ainsley get set up.
I loved my Brooklyn Bridge poem.
So I worked on it very hard.
And realized only later
that I should ve been
paying attention to Ainsley instead.
Because during that time,
she started casting a glittery spell over Pearl.
She really did.
Pearl came home from school with me that afternoon.
Because it was a Monday.
And Pearl always came home from school with me
on Mondays.
Wednesdays, too.
(Because her mom was still at work.)
We loved those afternoons.
We usually trained my little dog, Antoine.
And did our homework.
And baked, when we had time.
That Monday
we had time.
So we decided to make chocolate cupcakes.
My very nice babysitter, Natalie,
preheated the oven,
then left the room for a minute.
Antoine sat right behind us,
ready to lick or chew anything that fell.
We can t drop any chocolate, I reminded Pearl.
It s poisonous for dogs.
Right! Pearl said.
She pushed the cocoa to the back of the counter.
Then we took turns measuring ingredients

and dumping them in a bowl
and mixing them together.
We had no problems at all.
Until
it was time
for the salt.
I should ve measured the salt over the sink.
But we d done everything else so perfectly!
I figured I could do the salt perfectly, too!
So, with my right hand,
I held a teaspoon over our bowl.
And with my left hand,
I tilted a big salt container,
with a fast-pouring spout,
over that little teaspoon.
One second later,
a mountain of salt appeared
on top of our beautiful batter.
Aaagghhh! I cried,
watching as that mountain started sinking.
Oh no, oh no! Pearl cried.
Natalie rushed in. What happened? she said.
Then Antoine ran over to Natalie,
but Natalie didn t see him,
so Natalie tripped on Antoine,
and Antoine yelped a terrible yelp.
Both Pearl and I cried, Antoine!
and turned to comfort him.
But as I turned,
I hit the wooden spoon we d been using in our batter.
Our chocolate batter.
And the chocolate-covered spoon flew
out of the bowl and onto the floor.
Antoine must not have been hurt at all.
Because he zoomed to that spoon
and started licking up the chocolate!
No, Antoine! I cried. It s poison!
Natalie grabbed one end of the spoon,
but Antoine held on to the other
and they ended up playing tug-of-war.
Drop it, Antoine! I cried. Drop it!
But he didn t listen.

Then Pearl,
who is a dog-training genius,
grabbed a bag of Antoine s treats
and held it open,
right under his nose.
Come, Antoine! she said, backing up. Come!
Like a miracle,
Antoine dropped the spoon
and went to Pearl.
She fed him lots of treats,
and we both hugged him
while Natalie called the vet.
He s going to be fine, she told us,
after she d hung up.
He might throw up a little later,
but that d just be a sign
that he s getting bad things out of his system.
After that happy news,
Pearl and I turned back to our cupcakes.
We tried to take out the thin layer of salt
still resting at the top of the batter.
Then we finished everything else.
We d just gotten the cupcakes in the oven
when my dad came home.
He was whistling Hey Jude, by the Beatles.
(My dad loves the Beatles.)
And
as soon as he saw me and Pearl washing dishes,
he started making up a song to that tune.
He sang:

He-ey Pearl , in my kit-chen.
Baking sweet things
with my El-ea- nor .
I stopped him then.
Because he was being ridiculous!
Also, he does not sing well.
Pearl laughed, though.
And my dad gave us both hugs.
A little later,
when Pearl s mom came to pick Pearl up,
my dad said,
You can t have her! She s ours .
He liked saying that, every Monday and Wednesday.
I liked hearing it, too.
Because I loved thinking of Pearl as ours.
The next morning,
I brought most of the cupcakes to school
on a plastic plate, all covered in foil.
For Pearl.
They re pretty salty, I told her,
handing her the plate.
But they re not terrible.
We were standing at our desks,
waiting for the first bell to ring.
Thanks, she said.
Then she asked, How s Antoine?
Did he throw up?
Yes! I told her. Right before I went to bed!
All over my mom s favorite rug!
She was not happy.
But vomiting was good for him! Pearl said.
He was getting bad things out of his system.
I told my mom that, I said.
She said, I m very glad they re out of his system.
But do they have to be on my rug?
Somebody behind us started making
yucky vomiting noises then.
I didn t even turn around.
I knew who it was.
Stop listening to our conversations, Nicholas!
I said.
And stop being disgusting!
I m getting bad things out of my system, he said.

At that moment, the new girl, Ainsley, walked in.
She looked very sparkly and colorful,
just like the day before.
And